#in more ways than one LOL

[apricote]

at least the food was poor quality

[stellarhoxy]

i have town of salem ocs too! just... never have time or energy to post...

meet Eliseo "Eo" Commet, 49. he used to be a transporter back in the day. he runs the local construction company employing Sean (trapper), Iris (conjurer), Ember (arsonist) full time and Timeo (bodyguard) part time. he is stubborn and he has a son whom he wasn't able to take care of due to deep depression from the birthgiving parent (Viridian "Vivin" - TOS1 Vigi) passing away in childbirth. so he put him up for adoption. unbeknownst to him, his son is actually Jordan (TOS2 Vigi) who moved back to Salem and aside other things performs at the local theatre. Eo is gay but currently uninterested in romance due to still dwelling on the past. he's very loyal and wishes to reinitiate contact with the son he once abandoned, he feels guilty for doing that.

he spreads kindness around the world, he's like a leader to his own company...

[luludakii]

Simon and Xari aka two idiots in an endless headbutting battle ft sexual tension so obvious it may as well come with a neon sign

[masquenoire]

(Hope it’s alright I send in a second one 😅 Feel free to ignore)

“Icons only” First time Roman sees Elise take a gunshot point blank and walk it off

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[cascade05]

I must be suuuuuuper super hot or somthn cause these bots keep hitting up my inbox like a bunch of horny teenagers

[shimshamshimsham]

[inkoutsidethelines]

@universalfanfic I told myself this was going to be a short Mary/Owen moment. It is not. But I wanted to write about them planning their future so...it's what happened.

(Owen belongs to universalfanfic)

October, Year 8

I think letting the kids stay with someone for a weekend should be a regular thing.  Mary was pretty sure that she and Owen hadn’t had the apartment completely to themselves overnight since…well, since Mikey had been born.  Oh, they’d had people babysit for a couple hours at a time so they could have dates, but they hadn’t had a whole night to themselves in years.

They probably wouldn’t have taken a weekend for themselves quite this soon either if it wasn’t for Owen quitting his job.  But with that change happening, they’d decided they needed a weekend to reimagine what their future was going to look like, so they’d enlisted her parents to take the boys for the weekend so they could talk and plan without interruptions.

Not that they’d done any planning the night before.  A whole night with just the two of them, and no need to worry about kids interrupting?  That had been too much to resist.

But now, as they sat down to a late breakfast, Mary’s thoughts turned towards the topic they actually needed to talk about.  “So,” she said, “how are we starting this planning session?”

Owen considered as he chewed a bite of his French toast.  He washed it down with a sip of coffee before he answered.  “I don’t know.  Imagine what we want our lives to look like twenty years from now?”

In twenty years the boys would be grown adults, and Mary wasn’t quite ready to think about that.  “Let’s start with the fifty meter target,” she said.  “What do we want our lives to look like five years from now?”

They both fell silent, musing over the possibilities.  Mikey would be eight, the twins six.  Mary let her gaze drift over the apartment, trying to imagine the boys at that age.

��We’re going to need a bigger place,” she said.

Their three bedroom, two bath apartment was incredibly spacious by Manhattan standards, but with three kids – two of them especially rambunctious – it was starting to feel full.  They’d turned their guest room into Mikey’s room, and Theodore and Bradley were sharing the room that used to be Owen’s art room.  The space would only feel more crowded as they grew, and the twins would undoubtedly want rooms of their own at some point.

“I definitely agree with that,” Owen said.

Mary flashed a teasing smile.  “You just want an art room again.”

Owen arched an eyebrow.  “You don’t want my canvases out of the bedroom?”

“Mm, you make a good point,” Mary said.  “I also want you to have an art room.  So we’d need…a four bedroom house?  With an office or something we could make your art room.  And a big kitchen.  And, if we’re going big, space for a home gym.”

“A yard would be nice too,” Owen said, and Mary couldn’t help but let out a short laugh.

“Where in Manhattan are we going to find a place with a yard?” she asked.

Owen shrugged.  “Who says we have to stay in the city?”

That caught Mary off guard.  The idea of leaving the city had never occurred to her.  “You think we should move to the suburbs?”

“The suburbs, or maybe out to the country,” Owen said.  He leaned forward in his seat, his expression lighting up with excitement.  “Think about it; we could buy a couple acres somewhere, and get a house built.  Whatever we wanted.  There’d be plenty of space outside for the kids to play, and we wouldn’t have to worry as much about Mikey having meltdowns.”

Oh, that was definitely appealing.  Mikey still couldn’t handle the crowds of New York’s public transportation, or even just the sidewalks.  The earmuffs helped a lot, and Mary was immensely grateful for them, but they didn’t solve every problem.  He’d been overwhelmed by smells to the point of tears more than once.

Which meant, more often than not, Mary ended up stuck in the apartment with the kids unless Owen was home and able to jump them somewhere.  She didn’t always mind that, but it had been getting harder lately, especially the more mobile Theodore and Bradley got.  Some days, Mary was ready to climb out the window for a little peace.

The idea of being able to let them just go outside and play and wear themselves out?  That sounded like bliss.

“They’d need a play set,” Mary said.

“We could build one,” Owen said with what Mary thought was a lot of confidence for someone who’d never built anything more complicated than an IKEA shelf.  

There was a lot of appeal to the idea, but there were some potential drawbacks to the idea.

“Okay, say we build a house out in the middle of nowhere,” Mary said.  “What happens when you start working again?  I know I get cooped up here with the kids sometimes, but at least if I need something, I can have most stuff delivered pretty quickly, or it’s easy enough for family to visit me.  If we actually go rural, that’s not going to be a thing.”

Owen hesitated a moment, and when he spoke his words were slower.  “I’ve been thinking about that…and actually, what I’d really like to do next is stay home with you and the kids.”

Mary straightened in her seat, surprised by the answer.  “Really?”

“Really,” Owen said.  “I hated having to go back when my paternity leave ended.  I hated that I missed Mikey’s first words, and Theodore and Bradley’s first steps.  They’re growing so fast, and I don’t want to miss any of it.  There’s no where in the world I’d rather be than with them and with you.  And we have the money for it; neither of us have to work ever again unless we want to.  And maybe I will one day, or you’ll want to.  But right now, I want to be home.”

Mary reached over the table to hold his hand.  “Having you home sounds amazing.”

He lifted her hand and kissed it before letting go.  “I was also thinking,” he said, “that if I’m going to be home full time anyway, maybe we could go for number four.”

It was Mary’s turn to sit back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.  “I’m sorry, you want another kid?”

His smile wasn’t the least bit chagrined.  “I like the idea of a mini Mary running around.”

Mary snorted.  “If Mom’s to be believed, Bradley is going to fill that role very well.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

She did know; he’d mentioned hoping for a daughter before.  “There’s no guarantee we’d have a girl even if we have another baby.”

“I know,” Owen said.  “But it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Mary’s stare was deadpan enough to make him wince. 

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “Poor choice of words.”

Since he recognized the mistake, Mary decided not to hold it against him.  “I could have twins again.  Are you prepared for five kids?”

That made him pause a moment.  “Yeah,” he finally said.  “I could handle that.  Could you?”

She considered for a long moment, then pointed at him.  “If you go back to work before they start moving out, I’m selling one of them.”

His grin widened, and he leaned over the table to kiss her.  Mary pulled back after a moment and added, “We have to wait like.  A year though.  I’m not going to deal with the stress of moving with a new baby.  We need the house first.”

He kissed her again, a quick peck this time.  “Then we’d better keep planning.”

[juniper-bee-plz-sacrifice-me]

You come home from work, weary and drained. Any shred of patience you had has been decimated by a bullshit, mid-shift parking ticket. You're irate, and you think, "now I have to go back home to my soon to be ex and his new partner." Instead as you walk to the door you see a note on your doorstep.

"Hello, Imzadi.

I paid the two of them to leave and get a hotel. Come inside, there's a glass of wine, a warm bath, and your favorite show is on. Go. Relax. Put your phone on the table. No one out there is as important as the Bee reading this letter.

When you're done, I've picked out some clothes for you to wear. Put them on and come back into the living room. I'll be waiting...

Your eternal, cosmic love"

You walk inside to find a remarkably spotless home. Absolutely no clutter, dishes, trash. Not a responsibility in sight. And the part of you that refuses to give into the relaxation is really looking too. The only thing you see is a floor littered with sunflower petals and little LED candles illuminating an otherwise dimly sunlit living space. Following the trail of petals you find yourself in the bathroom with literally everything you could want in a self care night prepared in it's entirety for you in advance. So you get to work doing as you're told. You can be so obedient for me. You get undressed and start soaking in the specifically crafted bath soak made for you and you alone. (I know how sensitive your skin can be, that's why I'll take care of it for you) Once you find yourself settled, halfway through the wine glass and not even 10 minutes into your soak. I come in quietly and put a cooling mask over your eyes, a stark but welcome contrast to the warmth of the bath, refreshing even. You hear me rustle about for a moment, a smile spreading across your face silently moving your legs to accommodate me joining you in the tub. But I don't. Instead you feel something on your shoulder, my hand starts to wash your shoulders and chest. I take my time in thoroughly washing your body before giving you a kiss on the forehead before leaving without having said a word. There was no need. You knew exactly what I would do, and I know exactly what you need.

When you finish your self care you get dressed and come into the living room to.....

[wardenswateringhole]

I'm thinking real hard about opening commissions once my routine returns, which will probably be after the new year.

Both writing and drawing commissions.

Would anybody be interested in that?

Momma needs some cash.

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[joshuamj]

Hero.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[chez-cinnamon]

Girl dad Kinger? How about girl dad Caine?

I gotta draw them interacting more, I live for their slow burn found father/daughter dynamic,,,,,,,,,

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[saeiken]

<3